A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse

finished eating, she ladedly out half a bowl of congee and fed Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei's recovery was going well.
He was awake most of the time and silently lying on the last row of the seats.
It was just that his gaze was always fixed on Bei Nuan.

Bei Nuan didn't have time to bother with him.
She was busy checking the task interface.

#3 had stopped talking, but it had released a new Holy Mother voice task on the interface.
This time, the task was very reasonable.
She had to say “can't you be a bit more magnanimous?” The reward was doubled Holy Mother points for 24 hours.

Bei Nuan liked this task.
Although five times was a lot, saying those words was easy.
The only difficulty lied in that she had to say this and appear reasonable in the situation.
Otherwise, it didn't count.

They were on the road, and there were only the four of them around.
After getting the task, Bei Nuan had been pondering how to create a situation where the others wouldn't be “magnanimous”.

Lu Xingchi had already finished eating and was fiddling with his crossbow.
Occasionally, he would glance at the back seats.
His gaze was cold and sharp as if he could see through everything.
His shoulder and arm muscles were faintly visible under his white shirt.
Elegant, powerful, and impeccable; he looked like a cheetah about to hunt down prey.
It would be difficult to complete her task using him.

Bei Nuan turned her head and glanced next to her at Du Ruo.

Du Ruo had soft hair.
He looked quite pitiful with his long legs pulled back to his seat.
He was currently scraping the bottom of the pot to add the last bit of congee to his bowl.
He was unaware that someone was plotting against him.

Noticing Bei Nuan's gaze, he looked up.
Somewhat confused, he asked, “Bei Nuan, what's with that look? It feels like you're planning on selling me.”

Bei Nuan didn't answer and took the pot from him.

Du Ruo could only watch as Bei Nuan poured that precious last bit of lean pork congee into Jiang Fei's bowl.
She stirred the congee, scooped up a bit, brought a spoonful to Jiang Fei's mouth, and coaxed, “Ahh -“

The injured Jiang Fei, who was lying in the backseat, looked at Bei Nuan and then at Du Ruo.
He didn't open his mouth to eat.
With his hoarse throat, he softly said, “I'm okay.
You can give the food to him.”

“He's eaten a lot.” Bei Nuan insisted on feeding him the congee.

Jiang Fei's eyes curved a bit into a smile and obediently opened his mouth.

Du Ruo felt terribly wronged.
“Why? I only had two bowls.
Besides, I clearly wanted to eat it first.”

Bei Nuan leisurely replied, “He's already so badly injured.
Can't you be a bit more magnanimous?”

[Holy Mother's voice task: 1 out of 5 completed.]